Tolerance

It’s Best to Laugh

2012-09-09T15:13:59-07:00By |Compassion|

I love to laugh.  My mother and I could make each other laugh as big as anyone!  She was just FUNNY.  Her world view, despite a tremendous amount of adversity, was one where her glass was infinitely full, until it wasn't and then she left the planet.  I hope to leave as swiftly if my [...]

Love Yourself Free….The Wrecking Ball

2012-09-08T15:15:41-07:00By |Compassion|

I’m the first one to admit, I’m a flawed human being.  With the passing of years, I know inside myself I am a good, loving and well meaning individual.  I don’t dwell on the negative, though when I have a learning curve, I address it my way and in my time.  This makes me not [...]

Yeah Jack….Yeah…

2011-05-16T22:20:39-07:00By |Creativity|

It bares...bears....beeeairs...... repeating.... 'The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders [...]

Pre-conception Kills

2011-03-29T22:44:18-07:00By |Compassion|

I try not to judge though I have my preconceptions and certainly prejudices. Or, is it preferences? My mother was the absolute LEAST judgmental person I've yet to meet. She could poke fun at herself though ALWAYS found something to praise in EVERYONE. And, when I had a crisis to face in my life....life IS [...]

Communication is the Response You Get

2011-03-19T12:14:55-07:00By |Reflection|

I am frustrated in this moment. I don't like the feeling of disconnect when I am working in earnest to share a perspective, create a solution when asked, or have a moment of rest......and I am tired. The lists travel into my future like adding machine read outs....one into the next, into the next until [...]

And the world turns.

2011-02-25T21:26:58-07:00By |Expansion|

I am most definitely aware of my deficiencies. I am also becoming more aware of where I am not so deficient, expecting myself to be good at it all less and less. Oooooh, but I'm a task master to my very own soul. Oh Popeye....he am what I am what you are. I'm over half [...]